Jamie’s POV
As we start to walk towards the packhouse I hear a set of wolf paws running in the snow. Curt must have heard it too because I noticed he went on the alert. I looked around trying to see who the wolf was. Then I smelled it. The smell of a rogue. The smell of death and decay filled my nose. I heard the paws running faster towards us.
Curt gave me a slight nudge towards the packhouse and said quietly, “run.”
I took off towards the packhouse and stopped after about fifty yards and turned around to see Curt let his Alpha out and rip the rogue's head right off. I looked around to see if there were any more but noticed none. It was odd to just see one rogue attack a pack. What would that accomplish? Or was this one just a scout? I turned back around towards the packhouse
